Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 166 The Weight on My Shoulders
People of their generation had experienced a lot and genuinely respected outstanding individuals like Li Jun. Even when faced with paranormal events, these people were always the first to rush to the front lines, risking their lives to slow down the killing speed of vengeful spirits, just to buy the people a second to escape.

Even someone as cold-blooded as Chen Qiaoyang couldn't muster the desire to kill. Although he kept saying he wanted to kill Li Jun, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it when it came down to it.

Turning around, since Li Jun was no longer able to move, he stopped trying to kill him. The most important thing now was to get into the museum.

However, at the very moment he took his step—

The dark green clouds in the sky suddenly changed color, as if a corpse's skin had been soaking for years, with grayish-white mold slowly growing on its surface. A musty smell quickly spread through the air.

"Hmm?" Chen Qiaoyang felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something, and suddenly turned around to look.

"Is there anyone else?"

A hint of caution flashed in his eyes, "Could today really be this unlucky..."

suddenly.

"Thud!" A dull sound rang out, as if a very heavy corpse had fallen onto the concrete floor in the darkness.

His body stiffened abruptly, his shoulders slumped, and his legs buckled uncontrollably as he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

A tremendous weight came from his shoulders. A pair of pale, lifeless bare feet had somehow become firmly planted on his shoulders. These feet were incredibly heavy, as if an entire mountain was pressing down on Chen Qiaoyang's shoulders.

I was careless.

...

Let's rewind five minutes.

Inside the tent, Jiang Shangbai sat casually on a wooden stool, holding a thin thread in his hand, a chilling sensation emanating from his fingertips.

He looked at the horizontal pupil in the center of Wen Zhong's forehead, which bore a three- or four-point resemblance to Yang Jian's ghost eye.

“Wen Zhong, we’re all doing this for work,” Jiang Shangbai said, breaking the silence.

"I know you want to curry favor with Yang Jian, but is it really necessary to go against headquarters for that?"

Wen Zhong glanced at him coldly, offering no rebuttal. The statement wasn't entirely wrong. In this era of resurrected vengeful spirits, one person's power was laughably insignificant. To survive, one had to seize every possible opportunity.

Connecting with Yang Jian would be a chance for him to live a few more lives.

A captain-level figure, with extensive experience handling numerous S-class paranormal events. Moreover, after meeting Yang Jian, Wen Zhong was certain that Yang Jian wouldn't easily give up on those who were valuable to him.

When he is about to die, perhaps Yang Jian can save his life with a simple act of kindness.

"That's none of your business," Wen Zhong said calmly.

"I advise you to worry more about the person you're holding. Li Jun is a key figure at headquarters. If he dies here, you won't be able to escape responsibility."

Jiang Shangbai sneered, but Wen Zhong was right. Fang Shiming had also explained the implications to him. He had been clearly instructed to do everything in his power to protect Li Jun should anything happen.

This mission, which appears to be a joint operation between Jiang Shangbai and Li Jun, is actually a manifestation of the improved relationship between headquarters and the Friends Circle. After the out-of-control incident in Dajing City, the Friends Circle has also been dealing with the out-of-control ghosts within headquarters.

Fang Shiming knew very well that no matter how eloquent the words were, they were not as good as doing one practical thing. After the incident that got out of control, he had been trying his best to ease the tension with headquarters. Being able to lead his circle of friends to its current height, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages was his instinctive way of thinking.

So he took the initiative to make amends, and Wang Xiaoming knew to play along. The two understood each other perfectly, and the effect was remarkable.

They all understood that in the face of a vengeful ghost, stubbornness would not lead to a good outcome. Only by pooling everyone's strength could they possibly carve out a path to survival from despair.

Since the network was willing to restore relations, headquarters couldn't keep pushing. The cooperation went smoothly, leading to Jiang Shangbai's participation in this mission. Wen Zhong continued, "I've heard of the network; I knew about it before I became a Ghost Tamer. It's a super-large company with branches even overseas. However, you and your boss are far inferior. If he were here, he would definitely go in with Li Jun, leaving me to guard the outside, instead of hiding behind like you."

Jiang Shangbai's face instantly darkened. This Wen Zhong seemed to be at odds with him, and his words were always hitting his sore spots.

“Since President Fang sent me here, he must have his reasons. It’s none of your business to tell us what’s going on in our circle of friends. Instead of spouting nonsense here, tell me what’s really going on in there. If Li Jun really dies inside, you won’t escape responsibility either.”

"The report is right there, just go and see for yourself."

Wen Zhong remained defiant, as if he had nothing to lose. Li Jun held a very important position at headquarters, and Wang Xiaoming wouldn't have sent him here casually. He must have taken several precautions for him, and this line in front of him was one of them, which was probably very protective.

Moreover, the museum has now returned to normal, and as long as Li Jun doesn't enter that corridor, there shouldn't be any problems with a short period of exploration.

The two stared at each other, neither finding the other pleasing to the eye. They remained silent for a moment, sitting in the tent waiting.

Suddenly, the thin thread in Jiang Shangbai's hand began to vibrate, as if someone was forcefully tearing at the other end of the thread.

Jiang Shangbai immediately stood up. "Li Jun is in trouble."

Wen Zhong didn't understand what the vibration of the line meant, and asked in confusion, "What is this line?"

“A ghost’s hair can guide the way.” Jiang Shangbai gripped the end of the thread tightly. “Wang Xiaoming made it like this to ensure that Li Jun could walk back along the thread. This vibration frequency indicates that Li Jun is under attack, but he hasn’t sent a signal yet. We can just wait where we are.”

"Wait for him to send a signal? He'd be dead by now," Wen Zhong said coldly.

"I really don't know how you became the person in charge. In paranormal events, a lot of things can be decided in a second."

As he spoke, Wen Zhong got up and walked out the door.

Just then, a dim, gloomy green light suddenly shone in from the doorway. The two exchanged a glance, their expressions changing drastically. They immediately rushed outside.

Looking up, a sinister green flame shot into the sky from the direction of the museum's main entrance, illuminating the night clouds and casting an eerie glow over half the city. The sight was as if the entire heavens were being scorched by flames.

"problem occurs!"

"go!"

The two vanished instantly, and the ghostly domain unfolded, rushing straight towards the direction of the fire.

...

Time returns to the present.

Chen Qiaoyang struggled to his feet and actually managed to stand up.

Logically speaking, Chen Qiaoyang shouldn't have fallen to such a state after facing an attack of this magnitude.

But he had relaxed his vigilance and was paying most of his attention to the second generation of the Wang family. At the same time, an anomaly appeared in the sky. In a moment of carelessness, he was successfully ambushed by Jiang Shangbai.

His chest heaved, his breathing was heavy, and his eyes stared coldly ahead.

Jiang Shangbai slowly emerged from the shadows of the museum's stone pillars. He rubbed his shoulder, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"That's easy, I can just keep my feet on your shoulders."

Chen Qiaoyang stared intently at him, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent. "Kid, no one has ever dared to scheme against me, Chen Qiaoyang."

(End of this chapter)